In an instant, a blurry memory came to Lajin’s mind.

It was the time when she transferred to Seoul, and everything was unfamiliar. It was the era of her first friend, the girl who poured out pretty words but turned out to be the instigator of bullying. The shock when she discovered that fact was considerable.

However, despite the pain in her young heart, she didn’t show it. She wanted to present only the good side in front of her new family. Whenever that girl got scolded by the teacher, Lajin secretly felt pleased in her heart.

Now, in the VIP room of the bank, those emotions from back then revived.

She wondered how embarrassed the manager, who was keeping an eye on Oh Jonghyuk’s situation and suggested calling the police, must be feeling internally.

Lajin stared silently at the manager, who was only twisting her head without doing anything.

Should she scratch a little more? Until the heartache becomes unbearable? Out of sheer resentment, she didn’t stop acting.

“Hyeong-sik, I’m so anxious I could die. Please try calling my brother again.”

“A-again. Call?”

Even if she dedicated herself to Oh Jonghyuk, dealing with a swearing superior was challenging. Since she had given Oh Jonghyuk an earful just a moment ago, the manager probably didn’t want to make another call.

But what could she do?

The account allegedly used for voice phishing, and Oh Jonghyuk sending a large sum a few days ago. In the meantime, the only person who could explain everything was Taehyungshik. Lajin approached Hyeong-sik as if provoking a little more.

“My mom is sick, and if something goes wrong with my brother too, what will happen? What will you do then?”

“Well, that’s not…”

“For now, report to the police. And tell my brother to come in quickly.”

“Even if it’s not confirmed yet, we should call the police later.”

Lajin casually ignored the manager’s excuses. Then, like a broken radio, she repeated ‘report’ and ‘brother,’ extracting Hyeong-sik’s spirit.

Looking at Hyeong-sik, who was sweating profusely with his large physique, Lajin threw her last card.

“It seems it won’t work. We should ask Mr. Jeon about what’s going on.”

As Lajin rummaged through her bag, Hyeong-sik reached out to grab her.

‘What is she hiding even from Kim Yujun?’

Lajin, who quickly distanced herself, frowned. The secret she couldn’t even tell Kim Yujun must surely be Oh Jonghyuk’s weakness.

“What are you doing right now?”

“It’s not allowed! Absolutely not!”

Hyeong-sik reached out to grab Lajin’s bag, objecting vehemently.

‘What on earth is she hiding from Kim Yujun?’

Lajin, who hastily created some distance, furrowed her brow.
Finally, as if the tension had eased, Lajin staggered and grabbed the chair. Of course, everything was a thoroughly calculated sequence.

“Um, actress.”

“…….?”

“You seem quite surprised. Would you mind sitting in the office for a moment?”

Everyone nodded in agreement with the kind words of the female employee.

“I’ll go to the car and get some headache medicine. Please take a rest.”

The manager, who had been looking for a chance to escape, seemed to have found the right moment. Swiftly, he rushed out of the VIP room.

“Have some warm tea and take a breath.”

“I’m sorry for causing a disturbance.”

“No, no. Come over here.”

The smiling female employee approached Lajin.

“Um, I’m Kang Jiho’s junior, a prosecutor.”

It was an unexpected identity. No wonder, even as a fan, she felt too friendly.

Unable to continue speaking, Lajin just stared at the female employee, who smiled and winked. Then, she waved her hand to the people in the VIP room.

The man who claimed to be a director and even the branch manager, all seemed to be fake. After exchanging light greetings, they each returned to their seats. Lajin couldn’t help but glance at the female employee, wondering if, in this spy movie-like situation, she might have revealed herself.

“Really, are you his junior?”

Somehow, Lajin felt it wouldn’t be a good idea to reveal Kang Jiho’s identity and vaguely asked.

“Yes, he’s my expressionless senior. He said he gave you his contact information.”

“By any chance, are you Miss Ye?”

Afraid someone might hear, Lajin didn’t mention ‘Prosecutor Yeohojin’s’ name.

“Yes, that ‘Miss Ye’ is me.”

“Oh my!”

Meeting Kang Jiho’s close friend and reliable junior, who she had only heard about, here was a pleasant surprise. Overjoyed, Lajin grabbed Hojin’s hand.

“How did you come here?”

“Senior was too worried about the goddess. Ah, by the way, I usually call you ‘Goddess.'”

Lajin, touched, didn’t let go of Hojin’s hand. Knowing Hojin’s age from Kang Jiho’s message, Lajin approached her with a comforting smile.

“I’m happy to meet you. But really, how did you know I was here?”

“Senior asked me to give you his contact information.”

“Jini Unni. What should I do now?”

“Hmm. Have you eaten?”

“No, I rushed here in a hurry before the bank closed.”

“Then let’s ditch the manager and go eat.”

Are prosecutors usually this kind?